Marry a Son-In-Law as a Sword

The dignified, cold and charming lady in charge of the house x the gentle, sick, weak-minded and scheming fake son-in-law Shen Qingci, the female head of the Shen family, has criteria for choosing a son-in-law: a clean family background, acceptable talent and learning, and easy handling of illnesses and fractures. After picking and choosing, I married a scholar from a poor family. He lowered his eyebrows and called her "Mrs." And served her tea and poured ink as obediently as a canary. Until that night when it rained heavily, she saw him standing in a pool of blood holding a sword, with a secret letter twisted between his pale fingers. The words "disaster relief money" pierce all the masks of gentleness. She finally understood—— There is a deadly blade quenched under the scholar's skin. It doesn't matter, the Shen family never needs a disobedient dog. "Peace." She slapped the divorce note on the case. The usually obedient scholar suddenly frowned and grabbed her wrist: "Husband and wife are one, where do you want to go?" In a flash, the ends of his eyes turned red again, and he rubbed her fingertips, his voice low and hoarse: "Qingqing... Don't go." Xie Huaizhi, the Minister of Household Affairs, disguised himself as a scholar from a poor family and entered Shen's family in order to investigate the case of the missing Yellow River disaster relief bank. I wanted to find the account book containing evidence of corruption and get out. But he didn't expect that it would be difficult to escape from her scrutinizing eyes. He thought she only cared about monetary calculations. Until I saw her secretly giving porridge to the people and supporting the livelihood of the whole city by herself. Only then did Xie Huaizhi realize what kind of piece of tempered gold he had picked up. Later she saw through the lie. He put her in front of the accounting desk with a cold face: "Don't leave." Shen Qingci sneered, pushed him away and turned around to leave. He lay low and made himself small, losing all his smiles. He cut off his fingertips seven times and carved them into jade hostas. He was thrown into the pond as soon as he handed them out. She doesn't look at anyone who is trying to please or show weakness when someone is hurt. Until that day when the thunder suddenly sounded, he could no longer maintain his dignity and lay on her lap like a wounded trapped animal, his voice trembling: "Qingqing, how much you love me..." He held her fingertips against her slightly hot cheek, her ears were red. As the candlelight flickered, she suddenly tightened the fingers that were rubbed by him. Xie Huai's lowered eyelashes concealed his triumphant smile—— From then on, the aloof and cold servant embarked on the road of coquettishness and no return. During the day, he denounced traitors and sycophants, and at night, he lay on his wife's lap, reviewing official documents with her fingertips. He hugged her neck and rubbed it into the crook of her neck: "Today I brought three corrupt officials..." He took her fingertips and slid them along the dark lines of his official robe to his Adam's apple, and breathed out scorchingly: "What should you reward me for?" *Test each other in the early stage, and work together to break the situation in the later stage *The disaster relief bank case runs through the whole case, involving smuggling, collusion between government and businessmen, etc. Intention: A woman's hands can control the family and the house, and can also protect the mountains and rivers.